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Levinas! [01 May 2007|09:33pm]
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Levinas and Anarchy
S. A. O.

From a reading of the works of Emmanuel Levinas, a political philosopher is able to see that Levinas’ radical take on ethics is radical not only in the sense that it encourages a new conception of ethical philosophy, but that it is highly compatible with the views of today’s modern anarcho-individualists. Indeed, it would appear that if one is to take Levinas’ works at face value, the only political route one can ethically pursue is that of the anti-authoritarian.

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A Night In The Life [24 Feb 2007|10:17am]
OH NO HE'S POSTING PHOTOS WHAT AN ASSHOLE



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THE FUTURE [11 Feb 2007|02:07pm]
[ mood | okay ]

I think I am starting to come to terms with the future, and what I want it to be - at least in part. There are many things that I want to do, and I've accepted that I can't do them all at once (due to physics - dammit, Newton.) - so I think I'll have to figure out some sort of order.

I've decided that my interest - and hopefully my abilities - lie in the areas of Radical Politics and Market Theory; though neither one really interests me individually, where the two overlap seems to be a fruitful area. Radical Market Theory is a largely unexplored area of academia, and it is where I've begun steering my interests.

Unfortunately, it turns out the Social, Political, Ethical and Legal Philosophy program here at BU involves very little of the S, P or L - I am at this moment taking courses on Normative Ethics, Phenomenology (ugh), a course with good ol' Eric Dietrich (which speaks for itself), and a few other bits on the side - including tutoring Elementary Logic, which ought to be a course in itself.

But, as you can see, none of these really relate to what I'm really interested in, which can be frustrating - after all, why am I going to the trouble of getting a Masters if I don't even get to engage with material that really excites me? Turns out getting an MA isn't that different from getting a BA - just more reading.

Blech. In any case, I've pretty much scrapped the idea of getting a PhD, at least not in the next ten years. Rather, I'd like to focus on the practical aspects of nongoverned markets - and the only way to do that is to FIND THEM!

Thus: I am in the process of applying for grants from both the Fulbright people and the National Science Foundation to spend a serious amount of time in Chiapas, Mexico, to hang out with the Zapatistas and get a good solid look at how their ungoverned markets manage to function within a larger, governed, framework. Arrogantly:

I'm hoping to study the way that these markets manage to maintain efficiency and overcome collective action dilemmas independent of an overarching governmental structure.

(That's the type of pap I need to use to get this funding: I hate the ivory tower more than anything. What good is knowledge (ha ha) if you need highly specialized education to access it? More on that later)

In any case, I've begun clawing my way out of this horrific self-diagnosed bout of Depression by accepting the past and casting a hopeful gaze to the future. Other markets I hope to look at: rural China, American prostitution, International Arms (that one will be tough).

Also: The Improper Philosopher is finally taking form! Starting on the "Call for Papers" this week, will hopefully be able to mail them out before next Friday.

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No Meaning [04 Feb 2007|03:47am]
There is nothing. Nothing! Something is wrong, either with me or with the basic structure of the Universe. INTERNET! INTERNET! Offer me your aid...

(here is such aid, forthwith)


"How to Deal With an Existential Crisis

There are times when everyone begins to feel that even daily chores are overwhelming. We fret about things, and think about them obsessively. When a problem seems too large or intractable, we feel bad. This might be a spiritual crisis, a problem with accomplishments, or failure in love or friendship. Feeling bad isn't the problem; the problem itself is the problem. This might help you to respond to existential crises of all sorts.
Steps

1. Turn on a light, preferably 75 watts or brighter.
2. Clean whatever room you're in. This will help you clarify your power over the world and give you a few minutes to do some basic problem-solving. Don't just straighten things up, but clean. Use a cleaning product. (Note: Does not apply if you have OCD -- cleaning isn't your problem).
3. Try to voice what your problem is. Some people write full-length sentences to help determine what their issues are. Others start by writing a poem in order to get their thoughts and feelings flowing. Later, you can elaborate in prose.
4. Imagine several different people you like or respect giving you advice. Don't pick anyone abusive. Try Mr. Rogers, your first grade teacher, or that person you had a crush on in 9th grade. They don't help very much, do they? But it's fun talking to them.
5. Imagine giving advice to someone else in your situation. Would you still think this was as big a problem?
6. Talk to someone who loves you, like a friend or a parent.
7. Problem solve. Remember how you figured out how to use that cleaning product? If you can't figure out your problem, that means it's legitimate. If your solution involves making big changes, take a few days to think about it.
8. If you can't do anything about your problem right now, accept it. If it's late, go to sleep; if you can't sleep, find something to do that does not involve a television or computer screen. Blue light causes insomnia. You'll want to go to sleep later. If it's daytime, get some exercise or finish your job. Be professional. A few successes never hurt anyone."
(c/o www.wikihow.com)

... Internet, you are not helping.
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[28 Jan 2007|02:50am]
Sometimes you're the pigeon, and sometimes you're the statue.

Sometimes you're the shoe, and sometimes you're the ant.

Sometimes you're calm and collected and happy and confident and sometimes you sit alone at 3 AM with a beer looking at yourself with a sudden terrifying frank honesty and discover you really are just a sarcastic asshole who isn't much good for anyone - probably not even himself.

It's not even a good beer.
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I [26 Jan 2007|12:45am]
Jesus Christ, "I" is only one letter and it's destroying my sense of perspective and self. What is I? Am I I? Is this body I?

Everyone refers to themselves as I - what is I? What is it? Jesus, why am I sitting in the dark worrying about a single letter, about what it means, what it CAN mean...

Is trying to figure out I like trying to paint the floor of a room with no exits? You just can't do it... you've got to step outside of the I Room to paint it? Can I (Ach...) step outside of I, if only long enough to figure out what I is - what I am?

This is terrible. Is it just me?


(Also, remember that show "Love Monkey?" Damn that was a good show. I thought VH1 picked it up but I guess not.)
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Never Mind [15 Jan 2007|10:37pm]
I think this is a fantastic piece of artwork:

Ink )
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[23 Dec 2006|06:00am]
All that matters:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ku5jJ12LB44

Do they mean it? Do I mean it?

edit: Almost forgot: Bought the new Pynchon novel; thing must weigh ten pounds. Looking forward to it. Christmas in two days! Hope I get that moral compass I've been asking for...
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[22 Dec 2006|04:16am]
For those of you keeping score at home: I got in. So that's good.

I'm home - that is, at my parents' house. It's getting rough already: no one is really home, and the kids who are home I'm not even sure want to hear from me. I've spent nearly every night here, watching Battlestar Galactica and cruising the interwebs. I'm really longing to just go to Tom and Marty's for a tower and some laughs. Fuck, I'd be glad for a South Park rerun and some warm Pabst.

Just closing in on the New Year. Lots of recollection, self-reflection, self-loathing, etc etc. Same story every year. I wonder if it's easy being Someone Else?

I'm honestly a bit afraid of what happens post May 2007. Will Binghamton become like this?
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Posted using TxtLJ [20 Nov 2006|03:09pm]
Do you ever want to move to Rome, work on the docks, drink cheap wine, leave behind the Hinterlands of Upstate New York?
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Posted using TxtLJ [13 Nov 2006|09:46pm]
Day Two at Target begins soon. Hourly retail slavery coerces one to be coercive. No Fear, but Loathing? Oh yes.
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Posted using TxtLJ [26 Oct 2006|05:05pm]
The highest grade in my section was a B-. Is this a reflection of me or of my students?
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Posted using TxtLJ [26 Oct 2006|04:44pm]
If this works,this will be the first post made to my LJ via my cell phone. This may be my lowest point on record.
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[23 Oct 2006|12:18am]
I didn't start my last home game.

I didn't play my last home game.



I feel like such a child, like such an immature cretin. But it hurts. I don't understand. Four years. God damn. Four years.

Just a game. It's just a game.
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[15 Oct 2006|04:18am]
got dayum it.
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[21 Sep 2006|11:04pm]
Started studying for the GREs yesterday.

What is this life?

As long as I don't end up a 3-piece suit, I'll be happy.

Well... I won't be miserable.
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[15 Sep 2006|08:46am]
[ mood | weighted ]
[ music | Jimmy Buffett (Not Ironically!) ]

Haven't played this game in a while.

So, a senior, huh? As I sit here, drinking my coffee and listening to the rain dance on the roof, I don't feel much like a senior, like my time here in Binghamton is drawing to a close. That may be because I still hold out hope for the graduate program here, but it might also be because (as always, I reckon) I refuse to accept the facts which sit so clearly arranged before me.

There was a Job Fair yesterday.

- On a bit of a tangent, when did shitty things get to refer to themselves as a "Fair"? I recall, in my youth, a Fair was something to look forward to - the State Fair (rides!), the County Fair (cows!), the Renaissaince Fair (swords!), and so forth. Now, everyone dreads going to a Fair - Career Fair, Job Fair, Law School Fair - it just means another opportunity for you to wear a tie (or I guess skirt, which isn't so bad) and demean yourself to people you don't even know. Just frustrating how something that once brought feelings of happiness now brings The Fear. Augh.

I didn't go (as per), but many of my friends did, and if the number of dark suits about campus was any indication, they weren't alone.

It's just scary; the Real World (tm) is barreling toward me at a truly breakneck pace, and I need to find a way to escape it - because I'll be damned before I'll live the same life as everyone else.

Possible Plans Post Undergraduate:
- Grad School: Binghamton
- Grad School: Somewhere else (GREs? What?!)
- Flee the Country: I hear Spain is nice
- Rugby Abroad: This is an actual possibility: not semi-pro, but many men's clubs internationally load up on younger players from abroad, put them up somewhere, and get them a job. Would be better than fellating the VPs or Assistant Editors somewhere.
- Drop Out: Of the grid, that is: Go live on a commune somewhere, talk theory all day. Send Mom mysterious checks for Student Loans when possible.

Remember when things were simple?
Remember when everything was nice?

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[08 Mar 2006|11:56pm]
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060308/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bush_abramoff

Glad to see that Vanity Fair is providing that hard-hitting, take-no-prisoners journalism we all crave.
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Those Crazy Wayans! [08 Mar 2006|11:20pm]


South Park has recieved a Negroplasty.
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King Kong Lotto [04 Dec 2005|03:41am]
Martin was right.
Brandon was right.
Robert was right.

In different ways.

But even so.

They were right, they were right all along.

In this life
in this shit life
we must chuck some things.

we must chuck them
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